The fuzzy squirrel marched briskly down the hallway donning his slick black Hugo Boss attire with the unmistakable eagle insignia gracing the cap and front pocket. He arrived at the far end approaching a bright pink, well decorated door. The uniformed rodent gave the door three dainty knocks.

"Yeeesss" A voice answered from inside, "Who isss it?"

"Moderator Fuzzy requesting permission to enter, mein Furhur" The squirrel quickly called replied.

"Oh dear, pleasee pleeease come in, darling!"

The squirrel gently grabbed the rhinestone doorknob and entered slowly. The strong smell of cheese filled his petite nostrils.

"Please, please sit down!" The voice said again. Lounging in a luscious recliner was a coyote, inexplicably holding a baguette in one paw and a glass of wine in the other.

"Mmm, care for a drink, my love?" The inebriated canine continued.

"I am afraid i cannot indulge at this moment, my ruler" The squirrel responded in a firm but laughably high pitched tone.

"Oooh" The coyote replied leaning towards his guest. "I love it when you act so tough... my little nazi"

The coyote let out a giggle and gazed into the eyes of the squirrel who sat at attention with a stern face.

"Mein Furhur," The squirrel began, "We just received a large package in delivery, permission t-" He was cut off.

"Ooh! A large package... how very intriguing" The coyote interjected while jumping up with energy. "Let's go inspect it now!"

"As you wish, my master" The squirrel said, stiffly rising from his seat.

The two furries headed down to examine the new delivery. They soon arrived at the mail room to be greeted by an enormous crate nearly twice the height of either of them.

"Oooh, what does it say?" The coyote said giddily.

"Ahem," The squirrel began reading, "The humble denizens of Sky Pillar present this gift to the great and mighty Coyotte508"

"Oh they flatter me! Open it open it!" He said jumping up and down.

The squirrel grabbed a pry-bar and scampered to the top of the crate. He pushed with all his strength to release the lid and slowly pull down the sides revealing a giant tin can.

"What does it say, Fuzzywuzzy? You know I can't read!" the Coyote anxiously shouted.

"It's a can of pineapple..." The squirrel said. "What a peculiar gift..."

They just stared at the towering can.

"Pineapple..." The coyote thought, "Where have I heard that before..."

"Should we take it to share with the people?" The squirrel asked.

"There's not nearly enough in there to share with everyone..." The coyote said, "Let's only share it with fellow authority members."

"That's what I meant, you silly!" The squirrel blurted out, "Regular users aren't people!"

They arrived in the Indigo Plateau with the comically sized can of fruit.

"Fuzzy..." The coyote said gayly, "Will you do the honors?"

The squirrel once again scampered atop the can, and clipping the edge with a can opener, commenced the opening.

"Huh..." The squirrel moaned, "It smells like it fermented."

Suddenly the can began to shake.

"What's going on?" The squirrel shouted in panic, "It's a trap!"

The metal can creaked and shook. Fuzzy was able to jump down just before it bursted into a flash of pineapple juice and rum. From the slimy debris a figure rose, revealing the metal of the can as his armor and slowly unfurling it. The creature stared Coyotte straight in the eyes and growled:

"You reneged..."